Everybody knows the four words. Spring green (A) is home here, leading 10 of 11 sections, until one 6-second window around 2:20 where it falls out: the rings thin, the edges reach their most violent wobble, and the vocal thread opens its longest silence. Through the collapse the violet percussion holds its fullest density; the pulse never lets go of what the harmony dropped. The despair gets 6 seconds. The green gets the rest of the circle.